He stumbles toward the neon light,
shoulders hunched, face out of sight.
It's not respect he seeks, but space
to rest awhile, just need a place.
"But don't get Jeeter's place, he's mean,
and Mary Sue ain't all that keen."
There's hieararachy out on the streets,
abandonment in all he meets.
His life is played from score to score;
it doesn't goad him anymore.
He...
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